I like my touchie up puff

Cheat me

If there is some design or way to make me stay
fill me in, I'm bleeding, my head has gone away
spinning and twirling I'm sizing up hurling
your too far gone for me to pawn
twitching eyes 'cause your a con
I argue sharp this look of sneer
you charged me more, you had no fear
and I, this foolish vixen
let let let me steer clear

where would i be without muh girls

I have an attention disorder

The waves could never calm the cheeky and the proud

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Shabbot Shalom

To my grandparents' for babaganoosh
or whatever else I please to choose

Missing Venice beach and all of it's affiliates

We'd soar down Flower St.
on speeding feet, on moving floors...
come on down to lala town
come on dowm to lala town

Raunchy

Some girls play on their checker board, other girls hang it.

utilizing what i can, victorias secret is a man

The flat lands have extracted my social life

From rugs to riches, a dress in the making

my views must be read slowly with full understanding because every word will always shoot off the next. counter reacting is the most feasible way of writing for this crooked head of mine.

Artist vs. The World

I had a falling out. I fell down to the level of kicked out and homeless. How can this happen to a 19 year old? Money. Money makes world go round. Money pays for you, money pays for me. The world would reject me as a human being simply based on my empty pockets. With all the knowledge of a college dropout, I feel that setting life goals has only brought me down. Why not live for the now? Why not live for today? Without some master plan you set and determined, you seem hazy; lacking focus. Frowned upon and lectured, I realized what the heart of life is. I realized that morals and passion will never outweigh the significance of a dollar sign. With this conception, I feel at a loss. I feel as though my entire existence must be commercially driven in order to succeed. Although, if I gave up my dreamer's perception- I'd have to wrap my neck with barbed wire until my head falls to the man made floor. 

Our broomsticks gained momentum as we swept the nation